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Amari Zanders. A kid who escaped slavery and, in a world, where humans have turned their imagination into uncos (power or magic). He doesn't have any. Not only does he have no unco, but he is lost in world full of wonders. Will he ever be raised from his burden of being alone? Or will it end of him being alone?

Ragnarök, Eternal Tragedy.

The moment they stepped into their designated waiting room, Maverick's voice cut through the tense silence.

Amari barely had time to process before Maverick was in front of him, frustration burning in his eyes.

"What the hell was that?" Maverick demanded, his tone sharp, edged with something deeper—betrayal.

Amari frowned, confused. "What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Maverick shot back. "You had a choice. You could've saved me, but you didn't. You saved Apollo instead."

Amari exhaled, already feeling the weight of the argument pressing in. "Maverick, calm down—"

"I don't want to hear it!" Maverick snapped. "I was right there, Amari! I was falling, and you—" He shook his head, disbelief flickering across his face. "You picked Apollo over me."

Amari's jaw tightened. "I thought the others could handle saving you."

Waiting Room Confrontation